The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 8

"No biggie!" Sometimes, it was better to keep your mouth shut. "I just feel like you didn't pick the right

texture for your foundation. Can I help you choose a better one?"

Roxanne touched Chloe's face.

"There's a makeup technique called the 'no-makeup' look. It makes your makeup look very natural and

skin-like, unlike the heavy foundation you're wearing now. I can teach you."

"I really don't get all this stuff."

"It's okay. I can help you."

The two friends might have had their own troubles, but they were still chatting without any hint of

awkwardness. After chatting about other things for a while, Chloe steered the conversation back to

Roxanne's temporary husband.

The more Roxanne avoided the topic, the more Chloe felt something was off. "Anne, Oliver said your

husband is named Harrison?"

"Yeah." Roxanne took a sip of her coffee.

Chloe stirred her cup thoughtfully. "That's an unusual name, doesn't sound like an average Joe."

Harrison had a certain charisma, but Roxanne couldn't quite put it into words.

"He was somewhat famous before he went bankrupt. But after that, he became just an average guy."

"Oliver said he's really ugly?"

"He told you that?"

"Yep."

"Ha!" Roxanne scoffed. "Oliver is just jealous. He's never seen anyone more handsome than him.

Suddenly, there's this guy who's not only more handsome but way more so. He must be pissed."

Chloe contemplated this. No wonder Oliver looked so pissed when she asked about Harrison.

"Oliver was the most popular guy at school. How handsome does a guy have to be to outshine him?"

"I'll introduce you to him next time, then you'll know."

"When will you arrange it? I'm just worried you married on a whim and won't be happy."

"No way, I wouldn't just marry anyone. Harrison is Vincent's son, and I've known Vincent as a friend for

seven years."

"You were pretty close with Vincent, right? How do you address him now that you're married?"

"I don’t know."

"Well, you'll need to get used to your new relationship."

Roxanne imagined Vincent farming in the countryside. While she and Harrison lived in the city, they

wouldn't see him every day. She had thought about bringing Vincent to live with them after they moved

into their new house, but that wouldn't be until a year later. She'd deal with that when the time came.

But she didn't expect Vincent would show up at her place that night.

Vincent showed up with a live chicken and a basket of fresh veggies. If he wasn't keeping his identity a

secret from Roxanne for now, Vincent would have brought all the most expensive health supplements

from home, and maybe even hired a nutritionist for Roxanne.

Seeing her so skinny really broke his heart!

"Harrison hasn't come back yet?" Vincent asked, carrying all his stuff straight into the house.

Roxanne quickly took the basket of fresh veggies from him. Just then, the chicken in Vincent's hands

suddenly took a dump on the floor. The freshly cleaned tiles were instantly soiled.

Vincent, a businessman who retired and now spent his days raising chickens and ducks, was used to

sudden animal droppings. He quickly squatted down, ready to clean it up with a tissue.

"It's okay, it's okay." Roxanne squatted down too. "Vincent, I can clean it up. You should take a rest,

you must be tired from the journey."

City girls would usually steer clear of animal droppings, finding them disgusting, but Roxanne didn't

mind at all. She even asked if he was tired from his journey. This was why Vincent liked Roxanne.

When he was going through life-or-death situations with Roxanne seven years ago, he thought how

nice it would be if this brave and kind girl could become his daughter-in-law. He even felt he wanted to

treat her as his own daughter.

Seven years. His dream finally came true. It was not easy at all.

After cleaning up, Roxanne started cooking.

Vincent insisted on doing it himself. Even though her kitchen was small, Vincent was thrilled. He even

thought about making postpartum meals for Roxanne when she had a baby. So, he needed to learn

from a nutritionist about how to prepare healthy postpartum meals.

Roxanne felt bad letting him cook alone, so she helped. "Uh, Vincent..."

"Hm?"

"You raise a lot of animals, right? Is it hard work?"

"It's all for my own consumption, very fun, not hard at all. I also raise cows and sheep. When it's time to

butcher them, I'll bring some over for you to try."

The cow he raised was an Angus, imported and worth close to two hundred thousand dollars. The cow

liked to drink, and its meat was especially good after drinking, so he would give it a bottle of whiskey

every day.

He couldn't bear to butcher it, but now that Roxanne was his daughter-in-law, he was going to kill the

cow and let Roxanne taste the best parts.

At ten o'clock after dinner, Harrison still hadn't come back.

Roxanne texted Harrison, [What time are you coming back today? Your dad is here.]

Harrison frowned. At this hour, that old man was still at Roxanne's place? What was he up to?

When he arrived at Roxanne's place, he saw Roxanne tidying up the sofa.

"Will you be uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa? If you like, Harrison and I can sleep outside, and you

can have the bed."

"You guys take the bed, and I'll crash on the couch. It's all good. No need for you to sleep outside,"

Vincent glanced at Harrison, who just walked in with a meaningful look.

Seeing Harrison return, Roxanne went to take a shower.

"You purposely stayed overnight to make me share a room with Roxanne?" Harrison was not pleased.

"You could also choose not to sleep with Anne and crash in the living room instead," Vincent replied, "It

doesn't affect our previous agreement."

The agreement was that all he needed to do was marry Anne as soon as possible, and until he fell in

love with Roxanne, Vincent couldn't demand him to have marital relations with her, nor pressure him to

have children.

Harrison was speechless, and he responded to Vincent with silence.

After Roxanne finished her shower, she took Harrison into the room and showed him the makeshift bed

she had prepared. "You can sleep there and see if it suits you."

"You want me to sleep on the floor?" Harrison replied, his voice filled with annoyance.

Roxanne responded, "Vincent, you once said at the wedding that you couldn't share a bed with a

woman you didn't have feelings for. Are you suggesting you want to share a bed with me?"

"Absolutely not," Harrison responded instantly.

"So you're expecting me to give you the bed?" Roxanne retorted, "And I should sleep on the floor?"

Realizing that expecting a woman to sleep on the floor wasn't gentlemanly, Harrison had no choice but

to compromise. "I'll sleep on the floor." Without another word, he turned and left the room.

Vincent was already lying down. "Where are you going?" Vincent asked.

He responded with a blank expression, "Don't think that this arrangement will change anything between

Roxanne and me."

Vincent chuckled. "I know how rational you are. But remember, you're a normal man. Otherwise, you

wouldn't be taking cold showers in the middle of the night."

His son was so obsessed with preserving his chastity. At 32, he hadn't been with a woman, which was

pretty rare.

Harrison, of course, had his physical needs. He was in the prime of his life, but his normal desires

hadn't been satisfied or relieved. The longer he suppressed them, the stronger they became.

When he returned to the room, Roxanne was already asleep. Roxanne was very conservative, she was

wearing long-sleeved, long-legged pajamas with all the buttons done up. The small-sized pajamas

looked loose on her.

When she turned over, her shirt loosened, revealing a slender waist. Her waist was slender and soft,

quite eye-catching.

Roxanne's beauty was the kind that grew on you, and her personality was so good, that you couldn’t

help but like her. Harrison couldn't help but take a longer look at her.

He was a typical man. Just as Vincent said, he also had his physical needs. In his 32 years of

unsatisfied and unrelieved desires, he had thought about finding a woman, but he never looked at other

women. But now, he couldn't take his eyes off her, he even fantasized about holding her from behind. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Of course, Harrison knew clearly, that this kind of thought was just male instinct, not love. Any sexual

behavior without the foundation of love was disgusting and repulsive to Harrison, even if the physical

needs were strong.

Finally, Harrison regained his sanity and turned to take a shower.

"Did you just take a cold shower?" Vincent asked with a smirk when he came out.

Harrison was unfazed. "Is there a problem?"

"Nothing." Vincent chuckled with satisfaction. "Whoever suffers, knows."